All I want to do is go to Leavenworth right now. I could really use some goulasch from Andreas Keller.
Welcome December! Nice to see you once again.
I don’t know why this picture is so appealing to me, but I love it.
I awake in a grey field,
Caressed on all sides by Autumn’s breeze.
Arising from my slumber,
I open my mouth to feel the world rushing in.
How electrifying to my senses!
A solitary tune resounds through the air,
That of a lone cardinal.
It is doubly sweet, for I know the song is for my ears only.
The wind is bitter,
It tears at the loose strands of my wool jacket while it blows past.
I do not notice.
It carries the overwhelmingly sweet aroma of fresh mountain pine.
I am aware that I am without companions, but I am not alone.
Here, hundreds of miles from the city,
I sense that I am part of this world, or more accurately, that it is part of me.
Calling once more, the wind takes ahold of me.
I crumble into thousands of tiny pieces.
I choose to become that which made me.
From dust I was made, and to dust I return.
"Keep your face always towards the sunshine—and shadows will fall behind you”
I love Walt Whitman. This man was a thinker, and he had some powerful thoughts.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.